267 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 266

013 Romantic Prince

Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye. Qing Lian made her stunning debut on the seventh day of March and has rarely appeared on stage since then.However, one term of oiran unexpectedly led to a fight between two of the most charming men in Beijing. There are legendary stories in the romantic scene. The stories about how Qing Lian dealt with Fang Junchi, the king of Yu, and Hao Liansheng, the winning general, were vivid and vivid. She was in the limelight for a while, but it calmed down a little when Hao Liansheng returned to the frontier.

Even so, there are many men who come to Shuyuhu every day and spend a lot of money just to see her.The name cards like snowflakes were handed back to Nongyue Pavilion, but they were all typed back intact.

The most abundant flower in August is undoubtedly the sweet-scented osmanthus. The green broad leaves are dotted with yellow flowers the size of rice grains. They look like broken gold from a distance. When the breeze blows, the garden is filled with a rich and refreshing fragrance.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Ning Wan, who was at the center of the scandal, was carrying a delicate little bamboo basket, picking only the flowers with the brightest colors, wielding knives and guns, and telling her the rumors she heard as if they were jokes.

After picking the sweet-scented osmanthus, wash and dry it.Ning Wan cooked again, recalling the recipe of Osmanthus Pancake in the original plot, and repeatedly adjusted the proportions of glutinous rice flour, rice flour and sugar. After steaming four pots, the pancake that was brought out for the last time finally tasted “soft, sweet, fragrant and glutinous”.

Sprinkle the sweet-scented osmanthus on the sponge cake while it’s hot, then carefully cut it into the shape of petals and place it on a delicate porcelain plate. Not to mention how sparkling and cute it is.Even if he is a master of swordsmanship and spear-wielding, he has already tried to eat until he is full, and his index fingers are moving.

“It smells so good, so beautiful. The prince is so lucky.” She has been with Ning Wan for more than half a year. The simple and clever Wu Dao has long been conquered by her master. She only thinks that she is beautiful and kind, and she is convinced that she follows her. Therefore, Ning Wan cooks in person, from selecting ingredients to mixing the flour to steaming the pot and cutting the dishes. In her opinion, this is the blessing that the prince has cultivated.

You have to be more mature to get a gun. You haven’t seen many of the ruthless stories in this entertainment scene, and you have heard a lot about it. Seeing that the master declined the guests, and only saw the famous and romantic prince, he was a little worried: “Girl, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Emperor You is hosting a banquet in Guanghan Hall to entertain the important officials of the court. Will Prince Yu come to our Nongyue Pavilion again?”

Ning Wan knew that they were sincerely looking towards him, so he smiled reassuringly: “Of course they will.”

Because today is the death anniversary of his mother and concubine.His mother-in-law was originally from the south of the Yangtze River. She was gentle and intelligent, with a graceful and arrogant attitude rarely seen in women in the harem. She was good at making soft sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.Ning Wan originally thought that she made this sweet-scented osmanthus cake purely for the sake of strategy to impress Fang Junchi, but now she found that she had a strange tenderness in her.

Think about the Mid-Autumn Festival, with its royal banquets, singing and dancing, and the joy of the emperor and his ministers. It can be regarded as a national celebration. Who will remember the beloved concubine in the harem who died after accidentally drinking a glass of poisoned wine many years ago.

At night, Fang Junchi’s footsteps were empty. When he stopped and suddenly found that he had arrived at Nongyue Pavilion, he was shocked.He wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw a small lantern hanging at the door, flickering dimly in the dark night, there was a warmth he couldn’t refuse.

In the Guanghan Hall, he had played enough roles of brothers and sisters, courtesies and loyalty. He was good at dancing with long sleeves and could pick them up with ease, but now his chest was empty. He took a deep breath, raised his feet and slowly stepped into Nongyue Pavilion.